The carrier Arcana Fantasia hovered above the devastation, glimmering and white. The research station, hidden in some dark corner of the galaxy had been compromised. The work that would lead to humanity's last grasp for salvation had been all but entirely destroyed. All the researchers, all the would-be super-soldiers, dead...all but six. All the super-weapons, destroyed...all but six. But the attackers, the so-called 'Pathfinders' were themselves utterly destroyed as well.
Six mechanical giants stood or hovered under the carrier, the Frames and their pilots, all that remained of the project, and the force that had returned death to the Pathfinders. One Frame, known as Balmung, put away its sword as the carrier descended to pick them up. Balmung's pilot, Marco, devastated over the death of his father and the destruction of the station that he had called 'home' for a majority of his life, summoned up the strength to say, "Everyone! We're getting in the ship!"
Without a word, a dark, svelte Frame, Mithra, leaped into the air acrobatically, landing in the docking bay before Arcana Fantasia had even touched the ground yet, and went inside.
"C-come on ShiZhen," Marco said to a bulky, armless and legless Frame that hovered, "Let's go inside." The bulky Frame, Chrysalis, didn't budge. It's pilot, ShiZhen, sat in the cockpit weeping. When the carrier landed, Balmung slowly pushed Chrysalis towards the ramp looking back at the other three Frames, expecting them to follow him.
Arcana Fantasia's hangar was spacious, capable of carrying many more than just the six Frames that entered. Mithra was already docked, its pilot, Rana, had already exited her Frame and was making her way along the catwalk away from her 'comrades'. Balmung maneuvered Chrysalis into a docking rack before making its way over to a docking rack if its own. By the time Marco had exited Balmung, Rana had already taken a lift to another section of the ship. Sighing, Marco went to Chrysalis and attempted to open the hatch, but it was locked. He began pounding on it, "ShiZhen! Are you alright?!"
Six mechanical giants stood or hovered under the carrier, the Frames and their pilots, all that remained of the project, and the force that had returned death to the Pathfinders. One Frame, known as Balmung, put away its sword as the carrier descended to pick them up. Balmung's pilot, Marco, devastated over the death of his father and the destruction of the station that he had called 'home' for a majority of his life, summoned up the strength to say, "Everyone! We're getting in the ship!"
Without a word, a dark, svelte Frame, Mithra, leaped into the air acrobatically, landing in the docking bay before Arcana Fantasia had even touched the ground yet, and went inside.
"C-come on ShiZhen," Marco said to a bulky, armless and legless Frame that hovered, "Let's go inside." The bulky Frame, Chrysalis, didn't budge. It's pilot, ShiZhen, sat in the cockpit weeping. When the carrier landed, Balmung slowly pushed Chrysalis towards the ramp looking back at the other three Frames, expecting them to follow him.
Arcana Fantasia's hangar was spacious, capable of carrying many more than just the six Frames that entered. Mithra was already docked, its pilot, Rana, had already exited her Frame and was making her way along the catwalk away from her 'comrades'. Balmung maneuvered Chrysalis into a docking rack before making its way over to a docking rack if its own. By the time Marco had exited Balmung, Rana had already taken a lift to another section of the ship. Sighing, Marco went to Chrysalis and attempted to open the hatch, but it was locked. He began pounding on it, "ShiZhen! Are you alright?!"
